A small cafe lived between two antique town houses. Hidden with dark, tall shadows. It was as if a tower hovered it in protection. Most of the time it was empty but open. Hardly closed due to the book lovers. Shelves and shelves of intriguing books laid dusty and untouched. The store couldn't keep up with the up to date books.
You were walking casually on the footpath to the cafe alongside a lush, narrow field of grass. Your long muscular fingers are tucked in your jeans pockets from the snow that fell softly against your pale skin. You push the scratched wooden door open, showing a glistening light of candles.
"Winter smooth" you spoke with a small long sniff.
The usual waitress of the cafe seated you to a round, plastic table behind the book shelf.
"Warm and private as you pleased. Your flat white is already here." smiled the lady at your forced giggle.
"I come here to often I guess." you smirked as she walked off slower than usual for the $3 tip.
While you were leaning down to pull your seat in, a girl named Alison stormed in with boiling tears. You took a long sip to make it less obvious of how much you were starring at her tomato red face. She sits to the table next to you with yourself even more pleased with the view. Her eyes poured tears out like a never ending faucet. With strong confidence, you stand up and sit on the set across from her, face to face.
"Y/N?" She whined with her eyes looking up with an unexpected expression.
"I can go sorry!" you say with your mind closing in.
"No! No stay, I could defiantly use the company right now."
"May I ask what has happened?"
"I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me with this slut across the road. To even think I loved him is beyond. I feel so stupid."
"The only person who should feel stupid is he for breaking such a heart. He must be blind and cold hearted."
She smiled with her mascara running down her eyes as if she was wearing a halloween costume. You realise you made her smile witch gave you hope. Alison's button nose cleared of pure red. Her mellifluous voice spun around your head like a never ending halo. Her body slowly leaned into the table as if she had second thoughts.
"Wait! Are you okay with this? I mean you just-"
Whilst her eyes shut off, her lip fell upon yours, creating a whole new perspective of love.
ALISON ARGENT
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teen wolf º imagines / #WATTYS2017
Fiksi Penggemarthese imagines contains: Strong frequent coarse language, Minor frequent sexual moments, Minor abusive/ violent relationships
